Living A Dead Dream (Baji x OC)

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19, January, 2003

The day was cold, winter still clutching tight onto the region. Not even the light filtering through the light grey clouds could bring any warmth. The sidewalks were mostly empty, given that most people were at work or staying inside their homes where it was warm, but there were a few people out and about. 

"Negative one, huh?" one person muttered, a puff of hot breath coming from her mouth. Her hair cascaded over the black uniform she wore, two long pieces of light red hair framing either side of her face, accentuating her tired-looking black eyes. Looking back at the path ahead of her, she continued on her way. Her face exuded a greater grace and beauty than most her age, but the way she carried herself radiated a certain strength that not many could match and even fewer could surpass. She was the perfect combination of beauty and brawn. A venomous creature that drew in prey with her looks before snapping down on their unsuspecting necks.

/

Laughter echoed throughout the old, abandoned warehouse. That one sound from the gang's leader prompted the other guys wearing similar uniforms to do the same. The only one there that wasn't laughing stood between the group of older teens and their commander who stood on some old crates. They were younger than the rest, being only eleven years old compared to their fourteen to sixteen age range. Almost pure white hair styled into a mullet framed boyish features and deep blue eyes with a hint of irritation growing in them. Despite appearance though, this was a girl. 

Taking a breath through her nose, forcing herself not to sound as irritated and annoyed as she felt, she raised a brow at the tall male before her. To most kids her age, he would've looked like your typical murderer in a nightmare or even a crazed stalker. They would've been scared shitless. She felt none of that fear or unease though, not even with at least a hundred guys older and bigger than her just a few short feet behind her. "I'm not jokin'," she said, cutting their laughter short.

A grin spread across "Mad Dog" Madarame's face, his eyes going wide as they locked onto her smaller figure. "Alright. If ya wanna join Japan's top gang that bad, then ya should be able to take down five of my guys without a problem, right?" 

The request sent a wave of sniggers and snide remarks through the crowd. It was obvious that he wasn't even giving the kid a fighting chance to join. They thought that would be enough to drive the squirt off, but they were all shut up again by what he said.

With her head tilted and a toothy grin, she said, "Bring it on then."

/

When Rin entered the warehouse, the familiar sound of grunts, shouts, and flesh against flesh met her ears. Paying no mind to it, she walked past the group. Noticing how they didn't even take notice of her and watched in silent shock at whatever was happening up front, her brows shot up slightly in interest. Usually, they would all be bowing to her and shouting their greetings, only for her to walk right past them, not even acknowledging their presence. Curious.

When she finally was able to see what was going on, her eyes widened slightly at the sight of long light-colored hair settling after they landed. She thought that she would've been around that height by now. Her hair would have been that long. Once the boy spun on his heel to kick someone else in the face though, Rin's eyes went back to their usual tired-looking state, an empty feeling filling her chest when her impossible hopes were crushed. Then, that emptiness was replaced with something else. Something that felt red-hot and churned in her stomach, made her clench her fists and glare at the boy.

She hated that boy.

22, February, 2006

"Izana!"